From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

If Rebecca went chasing after Kendrick, wouldn’t she look desperate?

Besides, when they were in Capital City, Kendrick had the nerve to kick her out of the Wright family.

This time around, she was determined to make Kendrick apologize to her face! She wanted him to know how it felt to slap himself silly. After all, she was the descendant of the legendary healer, comparable to Hippocrates!

Was she someone to be trifled with?

It was December 20th. Following the traditions of Cloudcrest, everyone was getting ready for Christmas.

The Yeager family lived on the ground floor, so Carole set up the table in the front garden, laying out the

feast.

“Mrs. Yeager.” A voice, hauntingly familiar.

Carole looked up and locked eyes with Rebecca, her daughter she had nurtured and cared for the last eighteen years.

“Rebecca, what brings you here?” Carole murmured, incredulous.

It had been almost half a year since Rebecca had returned to the Morris family.

This was her first visit back.

Instinctively, Carole felt that Rebecca’s visit wasn’t out of goodwill.

The girl had always been peculiar, distant.

Even though they were once mother and daughter, their connection had become as flimsy as a house of cards.

Rebecca smiled and said, “Mrs. Yeager, let me introduce you, this is my mother.”

Sandra offered a stiff smile, nodding at Carole.

Carole then said, “Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable.”

Their three–room apartment wasn’t spacious.

Rebecca surveyed the modest surroundings with disdain.

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Logically, with Anthea’s current status on RealTimeFlow, she should be doing well financially.

How could they end up in such a shabby place?

Could it be that Nanson, the no–hoper and gambler, had squandered all their money?

Anthea was still managing to get by with her RealTimeFlow broadcasts.

But once Anthea lost her appeal, they’d probably have to retreat to a basement apartment again. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I’m about to reclaim my glory, with beauty beyond compare, and unmatched chess skills,” Rebecca thought to herself, “And Anthea? She’s nothing in comparison!”

A triumphant gleam flashed in Rebecca’s eyes as she continued, “Mrs. Yeager, my mother and I came to drop off a Christmas‘ gift. By the way, is Anthea not at home?”

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Carole wasn’t one to take advantage of others, and besides, she sensed that Rebecca’s intentions were questionable, “Rebecca, you’re too kind! We can’t accept this gift”

Rebecca insisted, “Once a gift is given, there’s no taking it back. Please, keep it.”

Carole remained reluctant

Sandra stood aside, her eyes filled with contempt.

She couldn’t stand to be in such a filthy place a second longer than necessary!

If Rebecca hadn’t insisted on it, she would never have stepped foot here.

Sandra couldn’t imagine how much Rebecca had suffered living with Carole all these years.

Just then, Anthea emerged from the apartment. The place lacked central heating, but she didn’t seem to feel the cold, wearing only a white spaghetti–strap dress, her delicate collarbones shimmering in the air.

She was stunningly beautiful. Even dressed so simply, she was captivating.

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed with envy.

But it would soon be over. Anthea, with all her beauty, was destined to fall from grace and suffer.

As Rebecca remembered her own torments from a past life, she didn’t feel fear, but exhilaration!

After all, she had escaped from hell, and Anthea was on the brink of entering it!

“Anthea, dear,” Rebecca greeted her with a warm smile.

Anthea wasn’t in the mood for pretenses today, “What are you doing here?”

Sandra spoke coldly, “Is that how you address your sister?”

Carole frowned slightly.

At home, she had never spoken harshly to Anthea. What right did Sandra have?

Her daughter wasn’t born to be belittled by others.

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